My memory from before I was 17 years old sent me this message:
"Wandering... Wandering..."
I listen with my whole body.
It was like a thin sound drifting from the ancient sea far away.
"Wandering... Wandering..."
The sound carries the salty sea breeze and the moist fragrance of seaweed.
The sound carried the waves and crashed onto the beach in fragments...
"Wandering... Wandering..."
Every sound is gentle and affectionate, making people cry.
Maybe it's about an old love. I saw under the dazzling sunshine: a line of beautiful and transparent water bubbles slowly rising from the sea. Then they disappear in an instant. According to legend, those are the sad tears of a mermaid after her disillusionment with love.
"Wandering... Wandering..."
I touched this voice hard, and it felt like it had gently flowed through every corner of my body and reached my soul.
Displaced. This is my name. It was also the only message the past brought me.
※The tragedy of the mermaid is that she did not fall in love with the prince, but fell in love with another mermaid.